Imperfect Fragments

Age is like a flower, we all blossom into what we're meant to be. All imperfect beings is what we are. Beautiful masterpieces are non-existent--beautiful things exist, yes, masterpieces do not. We cannot find perfection in a broken place--yet we also cannot find said thing in a built and sturdy place. We can find perfection in that place in between. 

Fragments. Pieces. Scraps. Slips. Tacky snippets. This is what life is. Moments count, every millisecond is precious to the hourglass hanging above our heads and hidden within the clouds. 
Choose wisely what you spend your jar of sand on, every grain counts. 

Time is not a right, nor a privilege.

Time is tic

Tic is toc

Switch the flip

And bolt the lock 

Your life is the prime

Procrastination is the crime

So please, just please

Don't waste anymore of your time.   

♥►Bella Beba♥►